(Mira's POV)
I couldn't just sit there and watch Ethan do this alone.
That realization came quietly, sometime after midnight, when the apartment had fallen into the kind of silence that made every small sound feel louder than it should.
Ethan was in his study again. He had been there for hours.
The faint glow of the desk lamp spilled into the hallway, cutting a thin line of light across the floor. Papers rustled occasionally. A chair shifted. Once or twice I heard him pacing.
It was the way Ethan dealt with problems—attack them head-on until they broke. Normally, that method worked But this situation was different. And the more I thought about it, the more certain I became that Ethan was approaching this from the wrong angle.
Not wrong… just incomplete. He had the resources, He had the power, He had the strategy, But strategy alone didn't win every war.
Sometimes the most dangerous move was simply seeing the board differently.
